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The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 228
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Chapter 228

Slap! The shop owner could no longer take it. He looked at his subordinates and then slapped Martha across the face.

Immediately, Martha, who had been making threatening gestures and endless pesters, fell silent. Her eyes were filled with rage

as she stared at Philip. She did not dare attack the shop owner, so she ran over to Philip and started scratching him shrewishly.

She yelled, “How did I get such a useless son-in-law like you? I was slapped and you’re still standing here! You’re just a

spineless coward! I’m going to ask Wynn to divorce you!” Philip felt rather helpless, but he did not want to argue about it with her.

Hence, he turned around and said to the shop owner,

“I’m sorry. We’ll pay for it. Why don’t we talk inside?” The shop owner looked at Russell and nodded. “Alright, you’re quite

reasonable, kid.” After that, the few of them went back into the shop. On the other hand, Martha continued to make a scene

outside as she hurled extremely nasty comments,

“Philip, if you intend to pay for the case, you should pay for it by yourself!

This has nothing to do with me nor my family!” However, when Martha saw the cold gazes of the two

huge men, she became as timid as a mouse.

Consequently, she lowered her head and stood in the corner as she glared at everyone in the room

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fiercely while mumbling curses. Over on the other side, Philip followed the shop owner into a room

located in the shop. “I’m sorry, Mr. Clarke. It’s all my fault, I’m responsible for this.” Russell apologized

to Philip the moment they got into the room. The shop owner was shocked by what he heard and asked

curiously, “Mr. Field, what are you doing?” Dang! What was going on with Mr. Field? Why was he being

so respectful toward the young man? Russell smiled and said, “Tom, this is Mr. Clarke. I mentioned him

to you before.” Clank! The shop owner’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately invited Philip to take

a seat. So, he was the top tier nouveau riche who had invested two billion bucks in Russell’s company.

A white and blue porcelain vase was nothing to a rich man like him. “Um, Mr. Clarke, I’m so sorry. I

didn’t know who you were. Why don’t we just disregard the payment for the white and blue porcelain

vase?

Let’s treat it as a little something from me to you.” The shop owner smiled flatteringly. Philip waved his

hand and said, “No, that's a horse of another color. Thirty million is thirty million, and I’m not short of

money. Give me your account later, I’ll ask my people to transfer the money to you.” The shop owner

looked at Russell and saw the latter nodding. So, he did not decline Philip’s offer. After less than 5

minutes, Philip and the other two men walked out of the room together. Martha was shocked when she

saw Philip unharmed. She asked, “You’re alright?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” Philip asked. The shop owner

said politely, “Please come back to our shop next time, Mr. Clarke. Let me escort you out.” Philip shook

his head and said,

“No need.” After he said that, they left the shop. On the way out, Martha looked at Philip as if he was a

ghost. However, an opportunity had finally presented itself, so she asked, “Philip, stop! Tell me

honestly, do you have a secret stash of money that you’re hiding from Wynn?” A secret stash of

money? Philip shook his head and smiled. “Mom, what are you talking about?” Martha chuckled and

said, “You’re asking me what I’m talking about? The shop owner kept insisting that we pay him thirty

million. How is it possible that he let you go if you didn’t pay?” Philip had to have a secret stash of

money, and there was a chance he had a lot of it inside. Nonetheless, thirty million was just impossible.

Martha was sure that the white and blue porcelain vase was fake. It was a tactic to scam people of their

money. Philip explained, “Mom, the vase was fake. Mr. Field was there, so the owner did not want to

look into it anymore. I ended up paying only a hundred thousand bucks.” Philip could only come up with

such an explanation. “A hundred thousand?” Martha raised her voice. When she heard a hundred

thousand, she felt her heart drop. Martha yelled, “You spendthrift! Where did you get the hundred

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thousand bucks? You’re still saying you don’t have a secret stash of money! Tell me, where did you get

the money from? Do you have a mistress behind Wynn’s back?” Philip had to be having an affair

outside.

Martha had to find out where he got that hundred thousand bucks from!

Philip felt helpless, and at the same time, extremely annoyed. Martha was tormenting him too much. “Mom, there’s no such thing.

Stop indulging in flights of fancy,” said Philip. Then, he called a car to send Martha home. At the same time, a beautiful woman

with a sweet-smelling scent walked over to Philip. In a fit of anger, she slapped Philip across the face in front of Martha. Chloe’s

face was stone cold. Her long dress accentuated her perfect figure. Nonetheless, the only thing occupying her mind was her

hatred for Philip. “What are you doing?” Philip was enraged. Was she insane? “Philip, you still dare to say you’re not doing

anything shameful! Who is this little b*tch?” Martha was furious. She stared at Chloe with resentment in her eyes. The woman

looked like a wh*re. She was obviously a homewrecker!

That was Martha’s first impression of Chloe. However, something amazing happened right after. “Are you Philip’s mother in law?”

Chloe asked as she stared at Martha with an icy expression on her face; her eyes were extremely cold. Martha was terrified. She

felt fear in her heart as the other party looked at her like that. She said with a guilty conscience, “Yes, I am. Why? Who are you?”

Slap! Chloe lifted her hand and slapped Martha across the face.

She said coldly, “Remember, you’re not qualified to ask who I am.”